The wheel of Sharp weapons Effectively Striking the Heart of the foe' has been composed by the great Yogi Dharmaraksita in his retreat in the jungle where many fierce animals pray. What this great Yogi, the possessor of vast scriptural knowledge, the full powers of logic and deep profound insight, has written here is the essence of the teachings of all his holy Gurus. He always practised in accordance with this essence in his fearsome jungle retreat during the degenerate age in which he lived.

From among his many disciples, Dharmaraksita transmitted these teachings to Atisa (982--1054); and Atisa practised them wherever he traveled in order to tame those who ware most wild. When Atisa developed true insight into the two Bodhicittas through these teachings, he composed the following verses:

I went through much hardship abandoning royalty,But by collecting much virtuous merit,I met my true Guru, Dharmaraksita,By showing me these supreme nectar like teachings,He has granted me sovereignty over my mind;So that now I have attained all the forceful opponents,Having memorised fully these words he has taught.

Although I do not favour a partisan viewpoint-Whenever I study the various teachingsI always make effort to broaden my wisdomTo see boundless wonders in every tradition-Yet I have to admit that these teachings especiallyHave been of great help in this age of decay.

From among his many unimaginably great disciples in both India and Tibet, Atisa transmitted these teachings to Upasaka hBrom-ston-pa, who had been prophesied to be his most fitting disciple by many of Atisa's meditational deities such as Tara. Atisa transmitted these teachings to hBrom-ston-pa in order to pacify the minds of the disciples of remote Tibet who were difficult to tame.

Wheel of Sharp Weapons

The name of this work is 'The Wheel of Sharp WeaponsEffectively Striking the Heart of the Foe'.I pray heartfelt homage to you, Yamantaka;Your wrath is opposed to the Great Lord of Death.

In jungles of poisonous plants strut the peacocks,Though medicine gardens of beauty lie near.The masses of peacocks do not find gardens pleasant,But thrive on the essence of poisonous plants.

In similar fashion the brave BodhisattvasRemain in the jungle of worldly concern.No matter how joyful this world's pleasure gardens,These Brave Ones are never attracted to pleasures,But thrive in the jungle of suffering and pain.

We spend our whole life in the march for enjoyment,Yet tremble with fear at the mere thought pain;Thus since we are cowards, we are miserable still.But the brave Bodhisattvas accept suffering gladlyAnd gain from their courage a true lasting joy.

Now desire is the jungle of poisonous plants here.Only Brave Ones, like peacocks, can thrive on such fare,If cowardly beings, like crows, were to try it,Because they are greedy they might lose their lives.

How can someone who cherishes self more than othersTake lust and such dangerous poisons for food?If he tried like a crow to use other delusions,He would probably forfeit his chance for release.

And thus Bodhisattvas are likened to peacocks:They live on delusions poisonous plants.Transforming them into the essence of practice,They thrive the jungle of everyday life.Whatever is presented they always acceptWhile destroying the poison of clinging desire.

Uncontrollable wandering through rounds of existenceIs concern by our grasping at egos as real.This ignorant attitude heralds the demonOf selfish concern for our welfare alone:We seek some security for our own egos;We want only pleasure and shun any pain.But now we must banish all selfish compulsionAnd gladly take hardship for all other's sake.

All of our sufferings derive from our habitsOf selfish delusions we heed and act outAs all of us share in this tragic misfortune,Which stems from our narrow and self-centred ways,We must take all our sufferings and the miseries of othersAnd smother our wishes of selfish concern.

Should the impulse arise now to seek our own pleasure,We must turn it aside to please others instead;For even if loved ones should rise up against us,We must blame our self-interest and feel it's our due.

When our bodies are aching and racked with great tormentOf dreadful diseases we cannot endure,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have injured the bodies of others;Hereafter let's take on what sickness is theirs.

Depressed and forlorn, when we feel mental anguish,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we how deeply disturbed minds of others;Hereafter let's take on this suffering ourselves.

When hunger or violent thirst overwhelms us,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have kept what we had without sharing;We have plundered end stolen and lured people on.Hereafter let's take from them hunger and thirst.

When we lack any freedom, but must obey others,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have looked down upon them who were lowlyAnd used them as servants for our own selfish needs;Hereafter let's offer our service to othersWith humble devotion of body and life.

When we hear only language that is foul and abusive,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have said many things without thinking;We have slandered and caused many friendships to and.Hereafter let's censure all thoughtless remarks.

When we are born in oppressive and wretched condition,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have always had a negative outlookWe have criticized others, seeing only their flawsHereafter let's cultivate positive feelingsAnd view our surroundings as stainless and pure.

When we are parted from friends and from those who can help us,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have taken the friends and good servantsOf others away, wanting them for ourselves;Hereafter let's never cause close friends to part.

When supreme holy Gurus find us displeasing,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have turned from the Gurus and teachings,preferring the counsel of misleading friends;Hereafter let's end our dependent relationsWith those who would turn us away from the path.

When unjustly we are blamed for the misdeeds of others,And are falsely accused of flaws that we lack,And are always the object of verbal abuse,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have despised and belittled our Gurus;Hereafter let's never accuse others falsely,But give them full credit for virtues they have.

When the things we require for daily consumptionAnd use, fall apart or are wasted or spoil,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have been careless with others' possessions;Hereafter let's give them whatever they need.

When our minds are unclear and our hearts are unhappy,We are bored doing virtue but excited by vice,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have led others to acts of non-virtue;Hereafter let's never provide the conditionsThat rouse them to follow their negative traits.

When our minds are disturbed and we feel great frustrationThat things never happen the may that we wish,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have caused interfering disturbanceWhen others were focused on virtuous acts;Hereafter let's stop causing such interruption.

When nothing we do ever pleases our Gurus,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now with our Gurus we have feigned pious manners,But out of their presence have reverted to sin.Hereafter let's try to be less hypocriticalAnd take all the teachings sincerely to heart.

When others find fault with whatever we are doingAnd people seem eager to blame only us,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have been shameless, not cared about others,We have thought that our deeds did not matter at all,Hereafter let's stop our offensive behavior.

When our servants and friends are annoyed by our habits,And after a while cannot stay in our homes,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have doneTill now we have imposed our bad habits on others;Hereafter let's change and show only hind ways.

When all who are close turn against us as enemies,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have held grudges inside us with angerWith thoughts of sly methods to cause others pain;Hereafter let's try to have less affectation,Not pretend to be kind while we harbour base aims.

When we suffer from sickness and such interferenceEspecially when gout has swollen our legs,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now without shame and with no self-controlWe have stolen or misused what others have given;Hereafter let's never take anything offeredTo the Three Jewels of Refuge as if it were ours.

When strokes and diseases strike without warning,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have broken our vowed words of honour;Hereafter let's shun such non-virtuous deeds.

When our mind becomes clouded whenever we study,This is the wheal of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have thought that the study of DharmaLacked prime importance and could be ignored;Hereafter let's build up the habits of wisdomTo hear and to think about whet Buddha taught.

When sleep overwhelms us while practising virtue,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have gathered the causes for obstaclesHindering our practice of virtuous acts.(We have lacked all respect for the scriptural teachings;We have sat on our books and left texts on the ground.We have also looked down upon those with deep insight.)Hereafter for the sake of our practice of DharmaLet's gladly endure all the hardships we meet.

When our mind wanders greatly and runs towards delusion,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon from wrongs we have done.Till now we have neglected to meditate fullyOn defects pervading this transient world;Hereafter let's work to renounce this existence(And see the impermanent nature of things).

When all our affairs, both religious and worldly,Run into trouble and fall into ruin,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have felt cause and effect {9} could be slighted;Hereafter let's practise with patience and strength.

When rites we perform never seem to be fruitful,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have relied on the gods of this worldOr on unskillful actions to bring us relief;Hereafter let's turn in another directionAnd leave our non-virtuous actions behind.

When none of the wishes we make reach fulfillment,Although we have made prayers to the Three Precious Gems,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have had an imperfect commitmentTo Buddha whose teachings deserve complete trust;Hereafter let's place our exclusive relianceOn Buddha, his teachings and those in his fold.

When prejudice, polio or strokes have us crippledAnd external forces or harm rise against us,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have collected vast stores of non-virtueBy breaking, our vows and offending protectorsIn our practice from Guru-devotion to tantra; {10}Hereafter let's banish all prejudiced views.

When we lack all control over where we must travelAnd always must wander like waifs with no home,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have disturbed holy Gurus and othersAnd forced them to move from their homer or their seats;Hereafter let's never cause others disturbanceBy evicting them cruelly from where they reside.

When the crops in our fields are continually plaguedBy drought floods and hailstones, insects and frost,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have failed to honour our pledges;Hereafter let's keep all our moral vows pure,

When we are poor, yet are filled with much greed and desire,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done,Till now we have been misers, reluctant to share.The offerings we have made to the Three Jewels weremeager;Hereafter let's give with a generous hart.

When our bodies are ugly and others torment usBy mocking our flaws, never showing aspectThis is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have made images lacking in beauty,By venting our anger we have made ugly scenes;Hereafter let's print books and make pleasing statues,And not be short-tempered but be of good cheer.

When attachment and anger disturb and upset usNo matter how much we may try to suppress them,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have held on to the improper outlook:Stubbornly cherishing only ourselves,Hereafter let's uproot self-interest completely.

When success in our practices always eludes us,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now, deep within, we have clung to our ego,Fully immersed in self-cherishing ways;Hereafter let's dedicate all of the virtuousActions we do, so that others may thrive.

When our mind is untamed though we act with great virtue,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have engaged in those worldly ambitionsThat aim at success for ourselves in this life;Hereafter let's work with pure one-pointed effortTo nourish the wish to gain freedom's far shore.

When after we do any virtuous actionWe feel deep regret or we doubt its effect,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have been fickle and, stirred by base motives,Have courted only those who had power or wealth;Hereafter let's act with complete self-awareness,Exerting great care in the way we make friends.

When those with ambition repay trusting friendshipBy luring us on with their devious schemes,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now from ambition we have acted with arrogance,Hereafter let's dampen our self-centred pride.

When the force of attraction or that of repulsionColours whatever we hear or we say,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have ignored what has caused all our troubles:The mass of delusion that dwells in our heart;Hereafter let's try to abandon all hindrancesNote their arisal, examine them wed.

When no matter how well-meant our actions towards others,They always elicit a hostile response,This is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrongs we have done.Till now we have repaid loving-kindness with malice;Hereafter let's always accept others' favoursBoth graciously and with most humble respect.

(46) In short then, whenever unfortunate sufferingWe haven't desired crash upon us like thunder,This is the same as the smith who had takenHis life with a sword he had fashioned himselfOur suffering is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrong we have done.Hereafter let's always have care and awarenessNever to act in non-virtuous ways.

All of the sufferings that we have enduredIn the lives we have led in the three lower states,As well as our pains of the present and future,Are the same as the case of the forger of arrowsWho later was killed by an arrow he had made.Our suffering is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrong we have done.Hereafter let's always have care and awarenessNever to act in non-virtuous ways.

When the troubles and worries of family life grieve us,This is the same as the case of a childWho was cared for with love later killing his parents.Our suffering is the wheel of sharp weapons returningFull circle upon us from wrong we have done.Hereafter it is fitting in all of our lifetimesFor us to live purely as monks or as nuns.

As it's true what I have said about self-centred interest,I recognise clearly my enemy now.I recognise clearly the bandit who plunders,The liar who lures by pretending he is part of me;Oh what relief that I have conquered this doubt!

And so Yamantaka spin round with great powerThe wheel of sharp weapons of good actions now.Three times turn it round, in your wrathful-like aspect-Your legs set apart for the two grader of truth,With your eyes blazing open for wisdom and means.

Baring your fangs of the four great opponents,Devour the foe-our cruel selfish concern!With your powerful mantra of cherishing others,Demolish this enemy lurking within!

Frantically running through life's tangled jungle,We are chased by sharp weapons of wrongs we have doneReturning upon us; we are out of controlThis sly, deadly villain-the selfishness in us,Deceiving ourselves and all others a well-Capture him, capture him, fierce Yamantaka,Summon this enemy, bring him forth now!

Batter him, batter him, rip out the heartOf our grasping for ego, our love for ourselves!Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern!Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release!

Hum! Ham! Show all your powers, O mighty protector.Dza! Dza! Tie up this enemy; do not let him loose.P'a! P'a! {17} Set us free by your might, O great Lord over DeathCut! Cut! Break the knot of self-interest that binds us inside.

Appear Yamantaka, O wrathful protector;I have further entreaties to make of you still.This sack of five poisons, mistakes and delusions,Drags us down in the quicksand of life's daily toil-Cut it off, cut it off, rip it to shreds!

We are drawn to the sufferings of miserable rebirths,Yet mindless of pain, we go after its cause.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We have high expectations of speedy attainments,Yet do not wish to work at the practice involved.We have many fine projects we plan to accomplish,Yet none of them ever are done in the end.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

Our wish to be happy is strong at all times,Yet we do not gather merit to yield this result.We have little endurance for hardship and suffering,Yet ruthlessly push for the things we desire.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

With comparative ease, we develop new friendships,Yet since we are callous, not one of them lasts.We are filled with desire for food and fine clothing,Yet failing to earn them, we steal and we scheme.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We are experts as flattering others for favours,Yet always complaining, we are sad and depressed.The money we have gathered we cannot bear to part with;Like misers we hoard it and feel we are poor.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We have done very little to benefit someone,Yet always remind him how much we have done.We have never accomplished a thing in our lifetime,Yet boasting and bragging, we are filled with conceit.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We have many great masters and teachers to guide usYet shirking our duty, ignore what they teach.We have many disciples, yet do not met help them;We cannot be bothered to give that advice.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We promise to do many glorious dads,Yet In practice we give others minimal help.Our spiritual fame has been spread far and wide,Yet inwardly all of our thoughts are repulsiveNot only to gods, but to demons and ghosts.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We have read very little, heard only few teachings,Yet talk with authority pertly on Voidness.Our knowledge of scriptures is pitifully lacking,Yet glibly we make up and say what we like.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We have many attendants and people around us,Yet no one obeys us or heeds what we say.We feel we have friends in positions of power,Yet should we need help, we are left on our own.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We have gained lofty status and ranks of prestige.Yet our knowledge is poorer than that of a ghost.We are considered great Gurus, yet even the demonsDo not harbour such hatred or clinging desireOr as closed-minded an outlook-as we seem to have.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We talk about theories and the most advanced teachings,Yet our everyday conduct is worse than a dog's.We are learned, intelligent, versed in great knowledge,Yet cast to the Wind wisdom's ethical base.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We have selfish desires and horrible anger,Which fester inside us, we would never admit;Yet without provocation we criticise othersAnd self-righteously charge them with faults we possess.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We wear robes of saffron, yet seek our protectionAnd refuge in spirits and gods of this world.We have promised to keep solemn vows of strict morals,Yet our actions accord with the demons, foul ways.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

Our pleasure and happiness come from the Buddhas,The Gurus, the teachings, and those who live by them,Yet still we make offerings to ghosts and the spirits.All of our guidance derives from the teachings,And yet we deceive those who give this advice.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We seek to have homes in monastic seclusion,Yet dawn by distractions, we venture to town.Discourses we hear teach us most noble practice,Yet we spend all our time telling fortunes with dice.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We give up monks' vows, the true path to gain freedom,We would rather be married, have children and homes.We cast to-the wind this rare chance to be happy,And pursue further suffering, mare problems and woesrample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

Discarding our practice to reach Liberation,We drift about searching for pleasure or trade.We have obtained bodies with precious endowments,Yet use them to gain only hellish rebirths.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

Ignoring effects that the teachings can bring us,We travel on business for profit end gain.Leaving behind all our Gurus' wise lectures,We tour different places in search of some fun.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We hoard whet we have, never willing to use it,And leech all our food and our clothing from friends.We leave aside wealth from our father's inheritance,Taking from others a much as we can.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

It's amazing how little endurance we haveTo do meditation, and yet we pretendTo have gained special powers so others are fooled.We never catch up with the paths of deep wisdom,Yet run here and there in a needless great haste.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

Someone giver us advice from the depths of his heart,Which is for our own good, but is harsh to our ears,And with anger we view him as if he is our foe.Yet when someone without any true feelings for usDeceitfully tells us what we like to hear,Without taste or discernment we are hind in return.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

When others consider us close and dear friendsAnd relate in strict confidence ah they know,We disclose their deep secrets to especially their foes.When we have a good friend who is constantly with us,We locate his weak points so we can torment him.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

Our jealousy is strong and whatever is saidWe are always the sceptic, we doubt what is meant.We are fussy bad-tempered and hard to get on with,Inflicting obnoxious behavior on others.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

When someone requests us to do something for him,We are never obliging, but think up insteadClever devious methods to do him some harm.When others concede and agree with our viewpoint,We do not acquiesce-we argue still more.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We do not pay attention to whet others tell us;We are a trial to be with; we strain others' nerves.Our feelings are hurt at the slightest remark,And we hold grudges strongly-we never forgive.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We always are jealous of those of greet status;We feel holy Gurus ere threats to avoidOverwhelmed by attachment and ruled by our passions,We spend all our time lusting after young loves.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We do not think of friendships as long-term commitmentsWe treat old companions with thoughtless neglect.And when we are making new friends with a stranger,We try to impress him with grandiose ways.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We lack clairvoyance, yet we, feigning powers,And then when proved wrong, we must bar all complaints.We have little compassion for those who are near us,Whenever they blunder, we are quick to lash outTrample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We have poor education and limited knowledge;Whenever we speak we are unsure of ourselves.Our learning in scriptural texts is so meagre,When hearing new teachings we doubt they are trueTrample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

By making a habit of anger and passion,We come to despise everyone that we meetAnd by making a habit of jealous resentment,We ascribe fruits to others, disclaiming their worth.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We do not follow proper Procedures of study;We say it is needless to read the vast texts.We feel there is no value learning from Gurus;We slight oral teachings and think we know best.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We fail to explain what the 'Three Baskets teach,But instead dwell on theories we have made up ourselves.We lack deep conviction and faith in the teachings,Whatever we say leaves disciples confused.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We do not despise actions unwise and immoral,Instead we dispute and attempt to pick flawsIn the excellent teachings and great masters' works.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

We are never embarrassed when acting disgracefully,Only respectable deeds cause us shame.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

All the things we should do we do not do even once,For improper behavior taker up all our time.Trample him, trample him, dance on the headOf this treacherous concept of selfish concern,Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcherWho slaughters our chance to gain final release.

With all of your fierceness come smash this foul enemy!Burst ego-concepts with your wisdom's great might!With your boundless compassion protect us from sufferingThe miseries caused by our self-centred actionsDestroy our self-cherishing once and for all!

With all the sufferings that others experience,Smother completely or selfish concern.The sufferings of others arise from five poisons;Thus whichever delusion afflicts other beingsTake it to smother delusions self.

Through we have not a doubt, for we recognise fullyThe cause and the root of mistakes we all make,If there is still left a part of our minds that would tendTo support this delusion of self that we have,Then destroy the firm hold of this part of our mindsThat, against or true wishes, makes fools of us still.

As all that is wrong can be traced to one source:Our concern for ourselves, whom we cherish the most,We must meditate now on the kindness of others.Accepting the suffering that they never wished for,We must dedicate fully our virtues to all.

Thus accepting ourselves all deluded non-virtuousActions that others have done in the past,In the present and future with mind, speech and body,May delusions of others as well as our ownBe the favoured conditions to gain our EnlightenmentJust as the peacocks eat poison and thrive.

As crows may be cured after swallowing poisonBy a powerful antidote given in time,Let's direct to all others our virtuous merit,That this may replenish their chances for freedomMay all sentient beings reach Buddhahood soon!

Till the time when all motherly beings and IGain the perfect conditions for us to be Buddhas,Though the force of our actions may cause us to wanderThrough various realms in the six rebirth statesMay we always be able to help one anotherTo keep our aim find on Enlightenment's shore.

Then for even the sake of but one sentient beingMay we gladly take birth in the three lower states.With Enlightening Conduct that never grows weakMay we lead al the beings in miserable rebirthsOut of their sufferings and causes for pain.

As soon as we have placed ourselves into their realmMay the guards of the hells come to see us as Gurus,May the weapons of torture they hold turn to flowers;May all harm be stilled-peace and happiness grow.

Then may even hell beings develop clairvoyanceAnd take higher rebirths as men or as gods.By developing strongly the wish to be Buddhas,May they pay back our kindness through heeding theteachingsAnd regard us as Gurus with confident true.

Then may ah sentient beings of the three higher rebirthsPerfect meditation on EgolessnessIn this way may they realise the non-self-existenceOf worldly involvement and freedom as well.May they place concentration on both of these equally,Seeing their natures as equally void.

If we practise these methods we shall soon overcomeOur true enemies: selfish concern and self-love.If we practise there methods we shall overcome alsofalse concepts of ego we hold to be realThus by joint meditation on EgolessnessAnd on non-dual wisdom of Voidness and Bliss,How can anyone not gain the causes to winA Buddha's Physical Body and its fruit, Buddhahood

O mind, understand that the topics discussed hereAre interdependent phenomena all;For things must rely on dependent-arisingTo have an existence-they cannot stand alone,The process of change is alluring like magic,For physical form is but mental appearance,As a torch whirling round seems a circle of flame.

There is nothing substantial to anyone's life-forceIt crumbles apart like a water-soaked logAnd there is nothing substantial to anyone's life-spanIt bursts in an instant like bubbles of foam.All the things of this world are but fog-like appearance;When closely examined, they out of sight.Like mirages these things at a distance seem lovelyBut when we come closer, they are not to be found.

All things are like images found in a mirror,And yet we imagine they are real, very real;All things are like mist or like clouds on a mountain,And yet we imagine they are stable and firm.Our foe: our insistence on ego-identitiesTruly our own, which we wish were secure,And our butcher: the selfish concern for ourselvesLike all things there appear to be truly existent,Though they never have been truly existent at all.

Although they appear to be concrete and real,They have never been real, any time, anywhere.They are not things we should burden with ultimate value,Nor should we deny them their relative truth.As our grasping for egos and love for ourselvesLack substantial foundations with true independence,How can they yield acts that exist by themselves?And then how can this cruel vicious circle of suffering,The fruit of these actions, be real from its core?

Although all things thus lack inherent existence,Yet just as the face of the moon can be seenIn a cup of clear water reflecting its image,The various aspects of cause and effectAppear in this relative world as reflections.So please, in this world of appearances only,Let's always be sure what we do is of virtueAnd shun all those acts that would cause us great pain.

When our bodies are charred in a horrible nightmareBy the world-ending flames of a stellar explosion,Although this ordeal is not actually happeningWe nevertheless feel great terror and scream.In similar fashion unfortunate rebirthsIn hells or as ghosts are not actually real,And yet we can fully experience their pain.Thus fearing such suffering as burning alive,We must cease all these actions that yield this result.

When our mind are delirious, burning with fever,Although there is no darkness, we feel we are plummetingFurther and further inside a black pitWith the walls pressing closer the deeper we fall.In similar fashion, although our dark ignoranceLacks self-existence, we neverthelessMust by all means break out of its strangling constructionBy putting the three kinds of wisdom to use.

When musicians are playing a beautiful melody,Should we examine the sound they are makingWe would see that it does not exist by itself.But when we are not making our formal analysis,Still there is a beautiful tune to be heard,Which is merely a label on notes and on playersThat is why lovely music can lighten sad hearts.

When we closely examine effects and their causes,We see that they both lack inherent existenceThey cannot stand alone, either whole or apartYet there seem to exist independently risingAnd falling events, which, in fact, are conditionedBy various forces, components and parts,It is this very level on which we experienceBirth and our death and whatever life brings.So please, in this world of appearances only,Let's always be sure what we do is of virtueAnd shun all their acts that would cause ns great pain.

When a vase has been filled by the dripping of water,The first drops themselves did not fill it alone;Nor was it made full by the last several drops.It was filled by an interdependent collectionOf causes and forces that came all togetherThe water, the pourer, the vase and such things.

It is precisely the same when we come to experiencePleasure and pain: the results of our pastEffects never come from the first causal actions,Nor do they arise from the last several acts.Both pleasure and pain come from interdependentCollections of forces and causes combined.So please, in this world of appearances only,Let's always be sure what we do is of virtueAnd shun all their acts that would cause us great pain.

And now when we try to do close contemplationOn Voidness, how can we have even a feelingOf conventional truth at the very same time?Yet what can there be that has true self-existence;And what can there be that lacks relative truth?How can anyone anywhere believe in such things?

Just as objects of Voidness are non-self-existent,The Voidness of objects itself is the same.The shunning of vice and the practice of virtueAre like wise devoid of all mantel constructionsThat they are independent, self-contained actsIn fact, on the whole, they are lacking completelyAll mental projections and an pre-conceptions.Thus if we can focus our clear concentrationOn Voidness without our mind wandering astray,Then truly we shall come to be wondrous beingsWith a deep understanding of the most profound Void.

By practising this way the two Bodhicittas,Of the ultimate and the conventional truth,And thus by completing without interferenceCollections of insight and merit as wall,May all of us quickly attain Full EnlightenmentGranting what we and all others have wished.

My best, and now departed teacher said that the wheel was where she looked whenever she encountered difficulty in her life.First to see what lay at fault and then to see what the remedy was.A friend loves the drama and has memorized it.

I aslo recommend people go to the Alexnder Berzin site and download his lectures/teachings on the Wheel of Sharp Weapons http://www.berzinarchives.com/web/en/ar ... apons.htmlEach lecture starts with a rather repetitive general introduction about the text, but the explanations and discussions on each verse are incredibly interesting and enlightening. He tends to really put the verses into a workable and modern context.

Alex Berzin is always impeccably clear in how he explains things, as well as in his translations. I really appreciate the contribution of his website to the dharma. Many people have told me its content made a huge difference in their spiritual lives.

Also Alexan Berzin.A founding member of the Translation Bureau of the Library of Tibetan Works and Archives, Berzin has developed a new terminology for translating, into English, Tibetan technical terms that have often been misunderstood. Working with translators in many other languages, he has helped them to revise and develop their terminology according to the same principles.